After a lovely day at the edge of Lake Superior with my family, we drove home yesterday and within 24 hours of doing this in a boater, I was baling hay with our neighbor Tom and my buddy Mills. That’s the kind of re-entry I dig.
And a gigantic thank you to Mills who covered chores (with some help from our neighbors) while we were gone. From the way the chickens talked to me this morning, apparently Mills gets out there a little earlier than I do.